Description

Full Name: Sirus Lighten Reighfox
Nicknames: Sirus, Serious Sirus, The Lance Legend.
Prefered name: Sirus
Hair: Blonde, usually kept above shoulders, rarely grown out.
Eyes: Eerie Orange
Height: 6'1
Weight: Roughly 180 pounds.
Body Type: Slender, but muscular.
Age:27
Original Profession: None (Noble)
Infected with Plague: No
Faction: Golisage
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Clothing: Usually, Sirus is seen in his "Battle-Ready Formals": A rich ebony, with delicate gold trim. Which combines the prospects of armor and noble clothing. However, he might also be seen in regular clothing.

Personality

Sirus is the "Silent type" as he prefers to let his actions speak for his words. He always stands upright, even when sitting down, and appears very regal standing. He is mannered, and well kept, usually listening to other people chat, offering what words he would. He is honest, brutally so. He is very noble about his actions, but is also very cautious about his actions. He might even be called paranoid. However, when it comes to battle, Sirus keeps a fierce fighter under his fancy-pants. His lance skills have yet to be matched, and he's no joke with a blade either. He would rather avoid combat if possible.
"I do not enjoy causing people harm. But if I must cause people harm, I might as well enjoy it." He would jokingly state.

Dispite all that is happened to him, Sirus continues to be stalwart and noble, dispite being silent and a tad reclusive. He would protect that he would care about without a second thought.

Equipment

Sirus's armor is made from a rare metal. It's hard to find any more, simply because of it's rarity. It's as light as mithril, and tough as titanium. It also shares extreme heat resistant qualities with tungston. It is truely a rare piece of armor.

Nocturnal Misfortune- The dreadful looking lance that his father bestowed upon him. The lance has had many bloods spilled on it, and it remains eternally sharp, as if the metal itself couldnt be dulled.

Formortis's Cutlass- A cutlass, named after a god of Darkness.

Skill
Orange-Eyed Massacre- Sirus loses all regallity, and becomes somewhat of a monster. He enters some what of a "Berserker" state, and has no feelings of sorrow or remorse. If he hates someone enough to use this, then it makes sense that anyone in his way, be it friend or foe, will not last long. Unlike a berserker rage though, he doesnt grow stronger. He grows faster, being able to run up to 30 mph! Like berserker rage however, it wont last long. Top lasing time is about 30 minutes, and that's absolutely maxium time. Much more common duration is 10 minutes, as this techneque is hard on the body. It has little negitive side effects as long as Sirus gets some kind of rest in 24 hours. (Side effects may include grumpiness, short temperedness, fatigue, temporary loss of speed...)

History

(It's a long one. Brace yourself.)
Sirus grew up the easy life. Wealthy parrents, butlers to do every whim, every toy a child could want. Sirus's father was a nobleman of sorts, and his mother was a political advisor. However, these jobs took up almost all of their time, leaving little for Sirus. But Sirus was endurant. He became smart, agile, strong, and most importantly self-reliant. He adapted himself to live without all the neccesities of the rich life that was so 'destined' for him.

As soon as he turned 18, he moved from his parrents abode, leaving them to the jobs alone. He moved out, bought a nice house, and fell in love with a woman named Mary. Mary was a commoner, who was barely making middle class. But he didnt care about her standing. He loved he pale cyan hair, and emerald eyes. She was bold, always saying what was on her mind, and was even a fighter, though not as skilled as Sirus. The two married a few years later, when they started a happy family. They had a daughter, by the name of Enaria. And for five years, all was grand in the family...

But then, returning from a trip to town, he found his wife on the floor of their kitchen. She had been beaten to death. He rushed upstairs in fury, looking to find his five year old daughter.

But she was gone.

Sirus wept over his wife's corpse, praying that a God would hear his sobs, and help him solve his problems. But none spoke to him that day. Nor did they for another 3 years. But after a eternity of those 1095 days, he got a message. He knew where his daughter was. He armed himself with Nocturnal Misfortune, and rode hard west for 7 hours. Finally, he arrived at the place in question. It was much like a castle, except for it looked like it had been seiged, and abandoned. He realized soon however, this was a bandit stronghold. In fact, the stronghold to the infamous bandit lord Schaefir. He also overheard that it was Schaefir that kidnapped his daughter in the first place. However, he and his men were out ransacking a nearby town. He wasted no time, hewing each bandit in half after another, fueled by pure adreniline. He searched the place high, low, and everywhere between. Finally, he reached the top tower...

He kicked open the door, ready to spear another man, when he saw his daughter. It was the most terrible, horrid sight he had ever seen.
Enaria, his sweet little daughter had been brutally ravaged. Her body was bruised, cut, and broken in so many ways, and many more he didnt want to even think. He dropped his lance, and walked over to the bed where she lie, and picked her up. Holding her close, she spent her dying moments in her father's arms.

He turned on his heels, picking up his lance. The bandits thought that this was bad? This was only the begining. He waited among the corpses of the fallen bandits. When Schaefir returned later that night with all of his men...the disaster began.

It was said that 22 men died that night. 20 of Schaefir's bandits, Schaefir himself, and the man that killed them. Though Sirus's body had survived, his spirit's mortality was vanquished. It was said that he became a terrible beast, leaving the Schaefir's place soaked completely head to toe in blood. Further searching of the ruined fort would reveil that no corpses were found, simply stains where blood had been spilled, and mangled body parts.

Today, Sirus lives alone, in a small abode outside of town. He's rarely seen about town, but it's said he doesnt spend much time at home either. But this is fact: At the start of every season, a figure in ebony clothes can be seen outside of Schaefir's old fortress, leaving a haul of flowers beside two white crosses.